Yeah, um, *clears throat* here's where the "inspiration" comes in...if you've been on Facebook, you'll have NO trouble visioning this scene...hehe.
~13~
Could it be?
My eyes snapped up to search the expanse behind the dog.
Leah, and the dog that I was now certain was Sam, reached each other and began the age-old sniffing ritual that all dogs do as soon as Sam had given a satisfying shake to relinquish his fur of water.
My certainty of the dog's identity was because of the man several yards ahead, trying to call his dog to heel as he was blatantly ignored by his four legged companion.
I couldn't ignore him though.
He'd obviously not shaved since I'd seen him last, as even at this distance, I could tell his face was scruffy and unkempt.
Wild and free, nothing like Carlisle's anal retentive attention to every last detail...except for me.
I shook my head and allowed myself to enjoy what was coming my way.
Jogging.
Wet.
His board shorts clinging and scrunching up on his thigh.
My Poseidon.